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第 5 頁
... mighty , at another feeble , our years sliding down from the skies , quickly travelling to- gether to their end . Rejoice then , O sun ! while thou art strong , O king ! in thy youth . Dark and unpleasant is old age , like the vain and ...
... mighty , at another feeble , our years sliding down from the skies , quickly travelling to- gether to their end . Rejoice then , O sun ! while thou art strong , O king ! in thy youth . Dark and unpleasant is old age , like the vain and ...
第 9 頁
... mighty blaze is kindled in my soul . I hear a powerful voice . It says , ' Seize thy beam of glory , O bard ! for thou shalt soon depart . Soon shall the light of song be faded . Soon thy tuneful voice forgotten . ' - " Yes , I obey , O ...
... mighty blaze is kindled in my soul . I hear a powerful voice . It says , ' Seize thy beam of glory , O bard ! for thou shalt soon depart . Soon shall the light of song be faded . Soon thy tuneful voice forgotten . ' - " Yes , I obey , O ...
第 11 頁
... mighty Fingal , then were my bappiness complete . ' ' I am , I am the son of thy friend , ' I replied , ' Ossian , the son of Fingal , ' then sunk upon his aged breast . Our flowing tears mingled together . We remained long clasped in ...
... mighty Fingal , then were my bappiness complete . ' ' I am , I am the son of thy friend , ' I replied , ' Ossian , the son of Fingal , ' then sunk upon his aged breast . Our flowing tears mingled together . We remained long clasped in ...
第 16 頁
... mighty reputation among the people . The esteem of the populace soon increased into a veneration for the order ; which these cunning and ambitious priests took care to improve to such a degree , that they , in a manner , engrossed the ...
... mighty reputation among the people . The esteem of the populace soon increased into a veneration for the order ; which these cunning and ambitious priests took care to improve to such a degree , that they , in a manner , engrossed the ...
第 33 頁
... mighty Odin no brave man laments death . I come not with the voice of despair to Odin's hall . How eagerly would all the sons of Aslauga now rush to war , did they know the distress of their father , whom a multitude of venomous ...
... mighty Odin no brave man laments death . I come not with the voice of despair to Odin's hall . How eagerly would all the sons of Aslauga now rush to war , did they know the distress of their father , whom a multitude of venomous ...
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第 85 頁 - Whence are thy beams, () sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course?
第 43 頁 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
第 85 頁 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
第 82 頁 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy halfworn shield. And let the blast of the desert come! we shall be renowned in our day!
第 57 頁 - The land, through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
第 85 頁 - Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
第 55 頁 - I was a lovely tree in thy presence, Oscar, with all my branches round me : but thy death came like a blast from the desert, and laid my green head low : the spring returned with its showers, but no leaf of mine arose.
第 108 頁 - Star of descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud; thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings: the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee: they bathe thy lovely hair....
第 108 頁 - ... in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee : they bathe thy lovely hair. Farewell, thou silent beam...
第 109 頁 - Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!